3 comments/ 13801 views/ 13 favorites The Check Ride Pt. 01 By: SapphoLust The Air Force had been a good experience for me. I finished as a lieutenant and did 4 tours in the Mid-East, flying huge cargo planes and followed a career track to become one of the youngest female pilots in an international airline. I grew up in the mid-west a shy girl with loving parents. My real name is Wanique, but I wanted to be called Wanda which is what most people call me. I welcomed the challenge to become one of the few female pilots to make captain as there are not many women flying the left seat these days, fifteen years into the 21 century. I came from a multi-racial family, by Dad was African American and my Mom was Native American. We had many diverse traditions around our home and acceptance and respect were paramount concerns which both my parents imparted upon me. Coming up, I knew so many men who had helped me along the way, who were sincere good guys who wanted equality for qualified women who were tough enough to endure the shit most commercial pilots had to handle. I had many torrid love affairs with guys and I enjoyed most of them. I've got a well-conditioned body, with flowing black hair, and I still try to keep in good shape. But I always knew there was something missing in my sex life. I'd always find myself gazing at certain older attractive women and wonder what they looked like in bed fingering their pussies. I'd fantasize hours on end and then rent videos to help me get off on these wild imaginings too. This change happened over a period of only a few months, and I realized that I had to stop living the fantasy of what could be and start dating real women. I felt the unmistakable attraction to women as far back as high school, but was afraid of the repercussions in the small town where I was raised. There had been secretive trysts with a few women in my cohort in the military, but definitely not enough to amount to anything serious. I was always more attracted to women slightly older than I, especially middle aged mothers. That's why Nora came to mind. I met Nora when she was a junior reporter for a local TV network affiliate which came to interview the few female pilots in out group. The moment I laid eyes on her, a rush of energy went up my spine bypassing my rational mind. Goosebumps ran up on my arms, and a warm sensation crept into my sex, all a firm clue I was attracted to this beautiful woman. I was nervous during her interview but everyone thought I did well, and Nora was a comforting interviewer. Afterwards, she and I got to talking and she must've picked up my attraction because she asked me if I wanted to join her for dinner that night. I was taken aback, but didn't want to let this beautiful woman out of my sight that easily. I remember being anxious about meeting her in private, but she allayed any of my anxieties with her voluminous poise and charm. We had a lovely dinner, and after that she invited me up to her spacious hotel room. I could see she enjoyed her career immensely which really turned me on. Plus, she was affectionate even when we were having dinner. She was touching my arms and complimenting my hair and body. Nora was a lovely women with shoulder length, auburn hair and shapely legs and an overall beautiful body. For a mother of a ten year old boy at the time, she was hot. She was upfront about her recent separation from her husband which made her available to search out young women like myself for fun times. I don't think she ever thought it could be something long term. I know back then I didn't. She totally seduced me into one of my first head over heals trysts. That first kiss we had was so intense, while we shared some cognac. She put her hand on my thigh and we kissed on the sofa, her hands went all over me. Her warm fingers were in my panties so quickly, feeling my warmth and desire. I felt her face in my hands and we kissed for what seemed like hours. I still recall her soft lips on my nipples, and her fingers removing my saturated panties as we got naked for the first time. I trembled at seeing her mature breasts, her wide erect nipples poised to be suckled. She introduced me to tribbing and she was so good at rubbing her luscious pussy mound into my clitoris, I could've done it for hours with her. In my euphoric recall, I can still feel her course pubic hair on my clit as we moved in synch with one another, it was so delicious! Then she got on top but also encouraged me to take my time and suck her sweet pussy. I was in heaven when she moaned with delight and kept pressing her sex into my face for more. That night she fucked me so hard with her favorite strap on, but she always took her time and teased my clit with it for what seemed like eternity. I remember our shower afterwards, when I finger fucked her against the shower stall with her whispering in my ear to never stop. Our kisses and caresses went on way into the wee hours of the morning. I was so into making love to her and she into me, I don't know why I didn't follow her to New York when she got her promotion. I was just about to leave the service and wanted to get a good job flying commercial jets. We tried to keep in contact but I thought she'd meet another woman who'd satisfy her better than I could. It was a one month tryst and we must've made love almost every night of that month. She helped me so much with my self image, always reminding me of my sculpted legs and tight abdominals. She adored my dark skin tone and firm 36 C cup tits, capped by dark wide aureolas . She loved sucking my thick ultra-sensitive nipples to no end and I adored sucking her robust, extended clitoris until she'd flood my mouth with her cum. But I was confused about where I was heading career-wise and resigned that I was too young for her and thought she would just move on. I knew how busy she was and she and I continued to email each other for months afterward, but eventually we just drifted apart. Still, I had trouble meeting the right woman, who could turn me on and make me feel so comfortable like Nora. I recently saw a post on Tumblr which really summed up my feelings about our passionate one month tryst: "There's passion, or there's nothing. And I want the type that drips down your back and soaks the sheets. The kind that makes you lose sleep, and late for work in the morning. The type of passion she still feels between her legs the next day. Passion that begins in one room, and ends on the floor of another. I'm talking about the kind that pins down wrists, and demands eye contact. Passion that makes her body quiver, and her legs tremble. I mean passion thats so seductive that she would never dream of looking for it from someone else. That's so uninhibited, intimate, and full of handfuls of hair, or hips, or their neck, or ankles, and makes you wish they had more hands. But they don't. And its more than enough. And when you finish, you're finished. And you know, in between those short breaths and messy hair, there's passion. Or there's nothing." -J. Raymond The airline used their senior pilots to monitor the newer ones and everyone had to be re certified after a few years on the job anyway, but when new aircraft came into the fleet everyone had to go to the simulator to update their skills and getting another check ride with a senior pilot. Captain Lydia Cunthington, an aggressive self taught pilot who was one of the first group of female commercial pilots in the country was raised around planes. Her dad had been a test pilot back in the cold war days and even her mother knew how to fly as they took flying vacations all over the southwest when she was younger. Captain Lydia had a reputation for being one of the sweetest pilots in the business, but kept her personal life totally out of the equation when it came to flying. A total professional person, who knew the risks, and appreciated the machines for what they could do and what the pilot's job was morphing into this exciting era of aviation. At 55, she kept her body in immaculate physical condition, especially considering how she concealed her well endowed breasts. Although Lydia was a big boned woman with well proportioned hips and waist, she also possessed a wondrous pair of 38DD breasts with wide perky nipples. She had been lesbian her entire life and tried her best to not let anyone know it. The exterior of the simulator looked like a space ship on hydraulic gimbals with huge cables running from its bottom to a control room nearby. It was in a special training facility building which was shared by a few other smaller airlines as well. Inside, it was the exact replica of whatever plane cockpit they configured it to be. Today it was an Airbus 300A and Lydia would be monitoring my performance and sometimes the technicians would throw in some tough situations to see how we handled them, in a controlled environment. "Hi Captain Cunthington, I'm Wanda Richmond, I'm ready for my check ride today," The pilot always addressed her superiors formally for the first time check ride. "Oh hello Captain Richmond, good to finally meet you!" Lydia tried to make her small talk as the two pilots got situated behind the controls. I don't think we've actually met as such yet, as I just became chief pilot a few months ago. Captain Cunthington would be in charge of overseeing the training and monitoring of all the captains for the airline, an impressive and important position! "Congratulations, captain, Its a pleasure to meet you!" I said, noticing her easy demeanor and lovely body at the same time. For some weird reason I wore my uniform skirt a bit shorter that day, I had one that was regulation and one which was a bit shorter and wanted to see if it was noticeable to Lydia. Captain Cunthington knew I could handle the plane but was specially trained to look for bad habits and things that may need to be corrected in my pattern of operation. I've always been keen on getting as much training as I could, no matter how uncomfortable it may be to have to be criticized and try to break bad habits. It all makes for being a better pilot. "Control, we are situated and ready for upload of scenario number one," Lydia spoke into her headset alerting the control room to begin when ready. "Roger that, your call sign today will be Foxtrot Alpha 240 and you will be taking off to the east and climbing to Flight Level150" After a standard checklist and test of their communications systems, Wanda contacted departure at the assigned frequency and said, "Foxtrot Alpha 240 ready for taxi." A few seconds later the image shown out our windows was a stunningly realistic view of a major hub airport, the sky was overcast but the runway was dry and winds were out of the east, the same as our direction of travel, gusting to 20knots. Our net payload weight was given to us before we left the gate and we calculated our V1 point, the point where we had to quickly decide if our ground speed was sufficient given the runway length and our load to have a successful take off, or abort safely. "FoxTrotAlpha 240, cleared for takeoff runway 22," came the command from the departure controller at the tower, I repeated the communication and had my hand on the throttles of both our engines. Captain Lydia placed her left hand onto of my right as is procedure and we both acknowledged as I said, "FoxTrotAlpha240 full throttle." The lumbering virtual jet moved slowly down its runway, our gauges illuminated in the red sexy glow of a multi billion dollar replica of the European aircraft they were simulating. In a few seconds Lydia called out, "80 knots," our ground speed and a second or two later "V1." I checked my airspeed gauge once more and pulled back on the control yoke and said" Rotate," the ground slipped away gradually and we were virtually airborne. I commanded to retract our landing gear, and the sounds which came out of hidden speakers were so realistic to what we were used to, you could've sworn you were actually flying. But a few minutes later, one of the indicators for storage pressurization, came on with a warning signal. A moment later our fire bell began ringing and the storage compartment of the aircraft had something either ready to catch fire or already on fire. "FoxtrotAlpha240 requesting immediate clearance for landing, we are declaring an emergency," I said cooly into my headset. "FoxtrotAlpha, say your problem," The tower voice asked. "We have multiple smoke and fire warnings coming from our storage bay, please advise we will need fire and rescue units to respond," I added. a pregnant moment went by, as we continued to climb to our assigned altitude "FoxtrotAlpha240 you are cleared for immediate landing on runway 31L, descend immediate, heading 345," I confirmed the communication and began my turn around to runway 31L as Captain Lydia watched my actions and monitored the gauges for us. We monitored the smoke condition the best way we could and donned our oxygen masks and advised our virtual crew and passengers of our plans to return to the airport. Only the crew would know the issue and would be briefed by the head flight attendant in a real emergency. A few minutes later I landed the aircraft safely and was commanded to taxi to a safe location for immediate evacuation. Our extra safety practice is done somewhere else with different rotating crews. We only had a few minutes off and then another full take off on the same runway yielded a safe leg of a normal route, with only some additional flying tests thrown in for good measure. The check ride went smoothly, but they thew in a few nasty crosswinds on the landing which is always nice to feel even if its only virtual, I thought. I also noticed Lydia looking at me a bit more than a co pilot would during the ride. There was a 30 minute break between the two sessions and we got off the sim, as its called and went to the lounge and restroom, which were completely deserted. "You're quite an attractive pilot Wanda, you must get a lot of attention from the guys in the right seat. Do they ever hassle you, or try to get in your pants?" Lydia was very inquisitive, she rarely knew the meaning of small talk. "Oh, I guess, but I try to just let the innuendo's slip on by, if you catch my drift, I'm really just too busy doing my job and staying alive for my next, well, check ride!" I said as I fluffed my shoulder length hair in the mirror. I normally put it up so I can almost fit all of it under my regulation cap it I need to. I realized I was flirting with Lydia, but she didn't seem to mind. I took off my jacket too and showed off my firm arms. Lydia looked at me in the mirror with an expression which suggested she was undressing me in a very special way. I winked at her and she smiled back. "Hey you already did your main check, so you can leave your hair down if you want for the afternoon session, its up to you,"Lydia offered. I was glad we seemed so comfortable together, I always found it tough dealing with authority figures in my past. "Thanks, I 'd appreciate that a lot. Its always so warm in the cockpit" "Yes isn't it." Smiled Lydia as they headed back for the second and final session of the day. The afternoon part of my check ride well really well, and before I knew it they were powering down the modules and screen. I would get a phone call from Captain Lydia in a few day detailing my performance in conjunction with a formal email report from her as well. Lydia was writing some notes down for me as I got my things together ready to leave the sim for another few months. I was sure I passed easily, but Lydia said she wanted to share some things with me before leaving. I knew something was up, after she closed her notebook at the end of the day. "Captain Lydia, did I do something or say something wrong, you look a bit upset?" "Please call me Lydia, dear I know its an airline, but we are both professionals, you can call me by my first name!" "Oh sorry, Lydia, I'm just trying to impress you, you know!" Well, Wanda, you already impressed me earlier this morning with that textbook response to the emergency, that was totally by the book and well executed!" "Thank you," I said, but I knew there was more. We were out of the simulator cockpit and were about to leave the module, when she put her hand on my wrist and put her finger to her lips to silence me from speaking. "You know Wanda, I've just got this great position and I have to be very careful," she whispered to me. "The sim is bugged all over the place you know, and even the ladies room is probably bugged too, for all we know! Maybe I'm paranoid, but I wanted to ask you if you would have dinner with me tonight before I fly back to the east coast?" "I would love to have dinner together, at your place?" I whispered back, delighted that she asked me first. No!, I'll come to your hotel, where are you?" "I'm at the Sheraton near the airport room 707. "I picked up something from you, but forgive me if I'm way off base. You're not married and you didn't mention a guy in your life," "Yes Lydia, I'm lesbian. I interjected. Her eyes widened and her posture relaxed a bit. "And to be totally honest, I noticed looking at me earlier. I'm not in a relationship now either and I'd love to spend some time with you tonight!" She placed her hand on my cheek and I kissed her passionately right there in the entranceway to the simulator cockpit in the semi darkened cool room, away from the live microphones and the snoopy, male technicians. Lydia kissed back and pressed her lovely body into mine. I reached around and grabbed her lovely ass and pulled her closer too and we both enjoyed the moment. We both tasted of old coffee and knew it. I wanted to taste her pussy right there but instead we made plans for dinner at my hotel in a few hours. We looked at one another in the dim light of the module entranceway to make sure we were presentable to our peers outside, should they see us together. "How do I look?" Lydia asked me. "Good, you're face is a bit flushed. You look hot, but good!" She smiled at me and fixed my collar which got rumpled in our impromptu kiss after my check ride. "Wanda, I enjoy a lot of things, but we have to agree to forget that I'm your boss or supervisor. You know our business, and even if we only meet once tonight, you should know I cannot do anything for you but be an honest check ride pilot," "Absolutely, Lydia, I totally know where you're coming from." I replied "I knew you would, I'm SO into seeing you later ok?" "Me too, I'll see you at my hotel later," And we walked out of the sim module together. I was really turned on by Lydia's honesty. I wanted her to take me right there in the sim and fuck me till I spurt all my juices in her face. But I waited until after our dinner to make my move. We both left sharing about the job and the airline. Lydia was a wealth of information about the planes, the airline, and flying in general. I knew it was going to be difficult not to fall deeply in love with her right away. Later around 6pm, we met at the Sheraton restaurant and had a good meal together, sharing about flying, our lives and just getting to know one another. Lydia wore a pants outfit that was snug and sharp, her hair down and sleeveless blouse that highlighted her beautiful tits and arms. I knew we were going upstairs to my place right after we ate and sure enough, Lydia brought a small bag with her. "Hope you don't mind, I already checked out of my place," she said as we headed up in the elevator alone. Once the doors closed, She grabbed me, pushed me against the door. One hand went under my short skirt, her other pinned my right arm as she kissed me, our tongues meshing perfectly together, her fragrance was popular with younger women, but I couldn't place it. We continued out passionate kissing and fondling in the elevator even as an older couple got on to ride up with us. They looked away in embarrassment as we continued unabashed. The Check Ride Pt. 01 "Ive got an early flight, I have to be gone by 6am my sweet," Lydia whispered in my ear as we hugged in the hall just outside my door, using the new nickname Lydia wanted to refer to me. The key card was hardly out of the lock and Lydia had me on my bed, getting me undressed. I loved it when I discovered she'd worn expensive lingerie, black nylons and a really sexy thong. Her hips and ass were well defined, especially for an older woman. Lydia got on top of me and thrust her pussy in my face, still clothed in that black cotton thong, my teeth instinctively grabbed it and pulled it away. My hungry fingers went to work on her clitoris, while my other hand grabbed her full ass and tried to control her forward motion. She quickly slid off the thong and her naked muff dripped of hot sweet nectar, a pulsing throb of desire in my sex wanted to feel her unbridled, partially shaved pussy rubbing against my own. I'd have to wait though, as her lovely wide hips kept thrusting into my face. "Suck my pussy my sweet, suck me good!" My tongue swabbed her clit as fast as I could, while my lips and mouth grabbed at her sex, oh she smelled so good I wanted to taste all of her now. "Don't be gentle, suck me hard, take my clit in your mouth and suck me really hard, unggnh, yes harder, yes, YES!" Lydia knew what she desired and wasn't shy about demanding it. She grabbed the head board with both hands to support her weight and rocked her abdomen down on my wanting mouth. My hands supported her hips and lovely ass as I sucked her pussy hard. She had given me enough room thrust my two fingers deep and hard into her tasty vagina while I licked and sucked at her swollen clitoris. "Unggh, Oh yes, fuck me with your hand. Do me harder, my sweet, Yes unggh, HARDER!"" Lydia cried, as I followed her demands. The bed creaked loudly as she fucked my mouth with all of her desire. I reached up and tried valiantly to fondle those heaving tits as I watched them sway to and fro while she pummeled my mouth with her sex. They were too far away so I just held onto her sweet ass as she fucked my mouth with even more determination. My tongue kept up with her thrusting rhythm as I felt her body tighten and a few seconds later she let out a low moan as her sex exploded with a gush of her sweet cum all over my face. Lydia trembled violently as I kept finger fucking her soaking wet mound. I kept my fingers going and by then had inserted my other finger into her ass . A few more smaller gushes came out and she rolled over and grabbed me as I maneuvered to kiss her and let her taste her own juices on my lips We kissed for a long time and ended up in the bathroom. Lydia was naked but I was still in my panties, which were saturated by then. I came up behind Lydia and fondled her massive tits. They were so big in my hands, I placed my hands lovingly around them and tweaked her thick hardened nipples. My tongue dove down and licked slowly around her aureola and she whispered to me to take my time and she admired the sight of this in her mirror. "They love to be sucked really hard too, my sweet," Lydia said in a sexy voice as she grabbed me and lead me around and forced me down to my knees and commanded me to suck her tits completely. "Use your tongue slowly at first, ummmnn, that's right, sloooww," Captain Lydia was very demanding on how her tits were to be suckled. She had her bag in the bathroom and while I was savoring her massive tits and erect nips, she had reached into it and pulled out her strap on. She pushed me away gently and strapped on her big dark brown cock. I was ready for her to fuck me, but Lydia had other plans. She strapped it on but let it dangle, as she got down on her knees and told me to lean against the wall. I raised up one leg while she went down on my partial shaved mound. Her fingers plied apart my wet pussy lips and she went to work. "Oh yeah, suck me good Lydia, rub your big tit on my clit too, I wanna feel your hot sweet bud rubbing my clit!" Unnghh yeah, but harder Lydia real HARD!" Lydia got her breasts right between my thighs and rubbed those luscious tits into my dripping wet cooze, it felt so good but I was years away from coming yet. The horny older pilot got back into sucking me and she was an expert at finger fucking while her tongue stabbed away at my extended sex knob, making me vibrated on her frequency till I was grabbing her head tightly as her fast moving tongue brought me to a state of ultimate ecstasy. I rocked my hips back and forth as she tongued me like no other woman had then took me to the bed and pushed me down on my ass and fucked me really slowly at first. The dark phallus plunged inside me slowly at first then as she got into her top role, she fucked me harder, and grabbed my arms while she was thrusting in and out. All of sudden, she pulls it out and dives down to my soaking wet pussy and with a combination of hot tongue action and finger fucking brings me to another round of intense climaxes. I lifted my bum off the bed and thrust it into her mouth as she simultaneously grabbed my ass, sucking me harder as my toes curled and we caressed each other. We cuddled and fell asleep, but by 6:15 she was dressed and gone and we only had a few seconds of time to say goodbye. I felt so abandoned, and very lonely. So I masturbated for a few more hours that morning thinking of her and Nora together, me in between. My body shook with extreme lust for Lydia, who I was certain I'd never see again, at least sexually. I don't know why I thought that, it may've been my insecurity or loneliness. I was scheduled to work on the weekend but it was only Wednesday and I had to fly back east to my home base first. On Thursday night, I grabbed a red eye flight back to JFK and was happily surprised to see Captain Cunthington on the roster as the pilot. There was an available first class seat, right near the cockpit door, so I was hoping that she would stop by my seat later in the flight. Just before the flight attendants were about to close out the flight and the door, when Nora appeared in the entranceway a few feet away. The attendant pointed towards the empty seat next to me and Nora looked at me with utter surprise and glee as we embraced. Nora was traveling back and had wanted to reconnect with me, as it turned out. We got caught up in a few minutes and I knew that our flight east would be an unforgettable one. To be continued... ***** ALL FEEDBACK APPRECIATED Don't be shy leave a comment! If you hated it, please tell me why! The Check Ride Pt. 02: Lydia's Dreams Note: This is the FINAL part of THE CHECKRIDE ALL FEEDBACK WELCOME! The first part of this story was from Wanda's perspective. This second part will be from Lydia's point of view. ***** The relationship I thought that was going to change my life, never blossomed. Nora came back into Wanda's life, they seemed like a perfect couple. I was hurt, but Wanda had been honest to a fault with me, and told me about it from the start even when we were together. Although I totally understood, I was lonely and very frustrated sexually. I dreamt about them together, schemed on how to win her back, but it was hopeless. Any sort of thing Wanda and I had was superficial compared to what she was creating now with Nora. I fantasized about at least a dozen former lovers tying me up and making me their love slaves, until I would fall into a deep sleep. Dreams of all types filled my mind, mixed with images of the cockpit and my flying experiences. I was in the right seat as first officer of another type of aircraft, we were ascending to our cruising altitude and I was monitoring the radio to get our new heading from the ATC when I looked up and the plane was going higher than I had ever experienced, my heart raced as I checked the gauges, the altitude was exceeding the recommended ceiling for any commercial jet aircraft! We were heading into the stratosphere where the air is exceedingly thin and oxygen sparse. Our fuel mixture would have to be adjusted but there were still loads of clouds, how strange! Then it hit me, I was dreaming! I wasn't in control for a change. When you're in the right seat you only fly when the captain allows you to, and I was no longer a captain, but it felt strange, when I looked over to see who was commanding the plane it was Wanda and she was completely naked. I watched as her lovely boobs bounced as the plane ascended through turbulence, her fine dark skin shimmering in the brilliant light. She appeared the same as when I 'd seen her last. She looked over at me and just smiled, then the engines quit and I awoke in a cold sweat. How very strange! I stayed awake, got up and looked at my computer for awhile. I perused the Tumblr sites that I enjoy watching. Lovely young lesbians, mostly European women posing with their girlfriends. I thought back about how many times I had always wanted to dominate another woman, and how a budding relationship would almost always fall apart. I pondered the situations, one by one, was it due to my need for ultimate control? I felt my needs and desires changing. I contemplated images of being submissive and having another woman tie me down and make me her love slave for a while. I searched archives of my favorite porn site for lesbian domination videos and got myself off by identifying with the submissive. That night would become a pivotal point of change in my sexual life for the next few months. After a long week of flying, I ended up in Costa Rica and in need of a real massage. Darla, a very attractive Latina flight attendant I'd befriended, told me about a friend of hers who practiced massage near by. Darla's about 25 and has always been outgoing and friendly to me. I've always wanted to hit on her, but the thought of having a possible romantic or even just a casual sexual connection with another crew member is not a good thing when you're in my position. Nevertheless, I couldn't stop fantasizing about how wondrous her warm skin would feel next to mine. If I found out she transferred to another carrier, I would be the first to call her and ask her out. Darla implored me to check out her friend Marissa who she highly recommended as an expert physical therapist who could also gave a great massage. I went back to my hotel and got out of the uniform and made an appointment for later that evening. Marissa told me she'd trained as a physical therapist who also specialized in massaging professional women. She asked me to take a pic of myself and send it for the security cam in her apartment . I thought that was an odd request and when I snapped the pic I realized I wasn't wearing a bra and my 38DDs were making quite the statement through the thin cotton fabric. I guess it was a conscious decision, and I hoped it would pay off later. The taxi dropped me off in this upscale neighborhood but the address she gave me was in an older building above an all night music club. Marissa buzzed me in quickly and I walked up the two flights to her apartment. I wore a snug fitting pair of jeans and sleeveless cotton top, without a bra. It was still hot despite the night breezes and I always enjoy showing off my breasts when I m not working. I knocked and a very attractive woman in her mid 40's opened it. She wore a crop, dark grey danskin and a tank top which accentuated her firm, yet curvaceous shoulders and biceps. Her dark brunette hair fell nicely over her shoulders and she had the body of woman who worked out regularly and took very good care of her body. "Lydia?" "Yes, you must be Marissa?" "Of course, please come in, would you enjoy something to drink first?" Marissa had her table set up in the living room of her spartan apartment, graced with all sorts of different art on the walls and small sculptures. The scent of burning sage permeated the air. Marissa had some spicy erotic art and photography scattered around the walls of her apartment. Some nude men with women, some women with other women, a good mix of stylized erotic photography and contemporary art. "I took her up on her offer for some tea and we chatted for a bit as she asked me what I did for a living. "You must have much tension in your shoulders and hips, I can help you with that," She seemed so confident and focused. We chatted about Costa Rica and her native land, Columbia. "Too many people in my native land are oppressed by the drug industry there. I had to leave and find something better for myself. I have a grown daughter already. I'm forty two and am still seeking some peace and serenity in my life," Marissa confided. She couldn't find the courage to tell me about her transgendered daughter who was out with her girlfriends for a few days. I've never met a pilot nor had one as a client on my table, but I'm sure your lifestyle has you on the move so much, its tough to eat correctly and work out too, am I wrong?" "Yes, you're very astute Marissa, I don't get enough time to work out but I do try to do a regular stretch routine every day." Marissa suggested that I lay take off my jeans first anyway for the massage and adjustment, and motioned me to lay down on her exercise mat so she could show me some good stretches to do before going to work. I was only wearing my black thong and still had on my yellow sleeveless top. She had me do some isometrics which would help my abdomen and legs. "You have a wonderful body, Lydia. I'm sure you've been doing things to keep it in shape," "When I can find the time," I countered. She placed her hand on by bare thigh and caressed my leg as she guided it to the correct position for the exercise. Her hand felt so warm and firm. I felt my sexual desire increase rapidly as she manipulated my arms for another set of things to do before I went out everyday. Her hand lingered on the inside of my arm, brushing against my breast. I'm certain she knew she was arousing me. "Ok now stand up and please take off top and show me those lovely breasts!" "Sure," I was relieved to finally show her my natural 38DDs. I pulled off the top revealing them and couldn't help notice how wide Marissa's eyes lit up when she took them in. I kept my thong on and got on my back again to show her the routine I did every morning. Marissa knelt next to me and gently suggested some alterations in my exercise. Then she showed me a good yoga pose and I followed along watching her flex her lovely body. Her curves and firm body were a true gift to watch as she stretched and breathed into the stretch. She had such a firm ass. I was so jealous, and her leg muscles were really beautifully formed. She was not overly muscular and yet enough mass beyond visually appealing to very erotic. "Thats good Lydia, if you could do some swimming it would also help. You are a very attractive woman Lydia, and I'm sure men are all around you asking you for dates!" Somehow I knew she picked up that I could care less about what men thought of me, but since we'd just met, she didn't want to scare me by coming on strong. "You're very kind Marissa," I left it at that, hoping we'd get a bit more physical, but also not assuming anything was going to happen, to get my hopes up, besides a massage. "Ok, so get on your back on my table, and Im going to do some basic structural corrections first. I also believe in giving all my clients a full body massage which will take over an hour, so is that ok for you now? "Oh sure, I don't have any plans," "Good" Marissa manipulated my neck and did some reflexology on my upper torso to find the weak spots on my body. Her hands felt so warm on my skin. I loved her touch, it was so firm and yet sensuous. At one point her hands were very close to my breasts and I felt my body wanting to be taken and massaged by her firm, yet soft fingers. Then I got on her table and she oiled me up and massaged me for a good half hour, non stop. It felt so good just getting my neck and back feeling relaxed. During all of this she was very quiet, letting me concentrate on her superb touch, which was very arousing and yet releasing all my tensions. She worked diligently on my legs, back and feet, but avoided any real erotic zones. She took a few seconds break. "I would like to now use all of my body to stimulate and at the same time, relax you. I can sense that you still have a lot of tension in your abdomen and your neck. I don't want to surprise you, so I'm going to disrobe now and get on top of you to get the proper position. First, I want you to roll over onto your back and then later I will work on you back some more. Are you ok with that?" "I am, Please go ahead!" I rolled over and watched as Marissa pulled off the cropped danskin revealing her natural smooth brown skin body. I was delightfully surprised by her 36C breasts, with dark, wide nipples that stood very erect, in the cool air of her room. It appeared that Marissa shaved most of her pubic hair only leaving a short patch above her mound. I was SO into having her on top of me, my pussy lips quivered in anticipation. "I love your breasts, they're all yours aren't they?" "Yes I filled out to a 38DD by my mid twenties, I love them they're very sensitive and love to be caressed as much as possible," "Hmmnn, I see" Marissa said, smiling back at me. "They are very nice and round, with perfect dark nipples," she whispered in her Columbian accent. Marissa slowly squatted over me and gently rubbed her sex on my leg, gently up and down as she pivoted her strong pelvic muscles. I felt her vulva compress against my inner thigh. Her lovely breasts hung in my face and I caressed her arm and nipple with my fingers. "Try to just feel our skins meeting and not use your hands for a minute, although I do love being touched, Im trying to invigorate and relax you," "Ok," I acquiesced and just concentrated on her lovely pussy mound and her course hairs rubbing against my quadriceps. Then she moved herself up a few inches. "Spread you legs apart and let me rub my sex on yours now and enjoy the sensation. Have you ever done this before? "Yes I have, Marissa but not this way and I love what you're doing to me!" This hot woman lowered her lovely sex to mine and thrust her sex in between my legs. Our clits could not meet but our labia's were close and it felt great. She pivoted a few times as I moaned in delight. I'd never done that exact position before and it was nice to experience it in a very controlled way. I felt the warmth of her sex as she rubbed it into mine, her moist mound met my own juices as a natural lubricant of our friction. Then Marissa moved up and lowered her labia right onto my erect right nipple. She moved from side to side, and pressed her abdomen into my chest. "Nugghhh," She moaned as I took in her first outward sign of pleasure. I was in heaven! Her lovely clitoris massaged my nipple, lubricating it with her lovely fragrance from her pussy. She alternated going between my right and left nipple, also dipping down and firmly pressing her body into my cleavage as well. A few minutes later she moved closer to my face and although she pleaded with me not to use my hands, I couldn't resist. I instinctively reached for her ass cheeks and took her to my face. Marissa rubbed her sex onto my lips as my tongue went to work massaging her swollen clit. "Oh yes Lydia, suck me darling, suck me good!" Marissa moaned. The horny masseuse rubbed her sex back and forth furiously as my tongue attacked her clitoris. It was a long one and it was becoming more and more swollen with each suck and stimulation I gave it. Marissa whined and moved from side to side but I knew she was far from an orgasm. Suddenly she pulled away and got off the table. "Did I do something wrong?" I said sitting up on my elbows. "No, but I really need to do my thing here," not explaining anymore than that she came over to me and kissed me passionately. Then with almost one continuous motion, she grabbed my arms. "I need a bit more control over you," Marissa said, as she grabbed my arms and took me off the table. "I will need to restrain you now, please don't resist, I wont hurt you," she said firmly. Marissa quickly bound my wrists with some rope she had around. Apparently she had it all planned out. "Unnggh, you're turning me on too much, Marissa, please play with my pussy!" "Soon, but first I have to teach you some subordination," she said firmly. Marissa leaned me against the wall first. She began massaging my ass cheeks with her breasts, rubbing her nipples into my ass and separating my legs as her massaging hands also slid her firm breasts and then her entire chest all over my bum and legs. She moved me back to her massage table and put me face down, still with my hands bound behind me. Suddenly she was on top of me rubbing her sex into my ass. It felt so good and I moaned. Then Marissa parted my labia and knelt down and rubbed her stiff nipple on my pussy, Oh how I so enjoyed that feeling and I showed my satisfaction with my autonomic reaction of getting extremely wet. "You're vagina lubricates quite quickly I see," Marissa said as she pressed her lovely breasts into my wet mound. "You will enjoy this too," whispered Marissa, obviously enjoying herself also. Marissa placed her ample breast on my vulva and rubbed it around even more furiously, which drove me crazy with lust. I absolutely love when a woman does that to me! I was tormented by her sensuous touch and so wanted to taste her also. "You like that Lydia don t you?" "Yes, doesn't every woman, ummnngh!" I moaned. "Marissa, please suck my pussy, please!" I cried in lust. "We'll get to that soon enough, but first I want you to rest your torso on the table. She pressed my breasts into the cloth sheet which covered the leather and told me not to move. I abided, hoping to gain her trust, not realizing that she was so much into her domination. "You've got a wonderful ass too, Lydia but its too pale, you need some color in it. WHACK, she slapped me hard and it stung hard. WHACK, again. "What do you want?" I pleaded. Her slap was hard but not as bad as I thought she could've done. I could sense she didn't want to really hurt me. My ass was too white anyway. "I want you to admit you came here to suck my pussy bitch! Darla told me you'd enjoy this and she was right wasn't she?" "YES! YES! I want to suck your pussy Marissa. I came here to suck you and enjoy your sex too!" It felt like a full confession. "NOT so easy, bitch, I want you to feel the control of my hand on your body, you come when I tell you and you lick me when I tell you to lick me, do you UNDERSTAND?" "Yes" I whimpered. WHACK "What did you say?!" "YES mistress Marissa, I understand!" "Now that we understand each other's motives, we can go back to enjoying ourselves ok?" Marissa came around the other side of the table and mounted me once more. She went on her knees and rubbed her lovely hanging breasts all over my neck and shoulders. She pressed her flesh into mine, our scents mingled and our hair intertwined. I could smell her sex, she was excited too, I could feel her body heat. Her pussymound was rubbing the back of my neck and I'd never even thought of that position in my life! Her sex dripped down my back and I was enjoying every bit of her technique. "Oh that feels so good!" I moaned as her lovely nipples caressed my neck and hair. I so wanted to kiss them and caress those soft brown orbs, but it wasn't the time yet. After only a few minutes of that delightful feeling, she took me and lead me into her bedroom. Marissa took my hair and tied it back, then she kissed me strongly and firmly on my lips thrusting her tongue in my mouth. I loved it, I had never been taken like this in my life. It was an entire new experience for me. I desperately wanted to throw my arms around her and kiss her back, but she was too aggressive anyway, pursuing my lips and face with a vengeance. Then she began with her kink. Marissa put her arms around my head and kissed me, my hands were still tied behind my back. I was helpless unless I had to kick her, and I was hoping it wouldn't get any more intense. Then she lifted her arm and smothered her armpit into my face. Her natural odor permeated my sense of smell. "Lick my armpit, bitch. Lick me nice and then swallow my sweat," At first I was a taken aback, but realized how nice she smelled and she was sharing another fluid with me, which turned me on. "Do you like that bitch?" "I do, give me your other arm now," I acquiesced. I complied although I'd never done that, it wasn't so bad. I enjoyed feeling her sense of domination, her smugness showed on her demeanor. Then she ravaged my heaving breasts with her lips and tongue. Marissa fingered my wet mound, fingering my hole with vigor and determination. She pinched my left nipple making it stand out more than the other. My juices ran down my inner thigh, she had me where she wanted me and I was enjoying all of this too much to even get a cry of passion out. Not even a whimper. "My God, your lovely breasts are SO beautiful, I want to suck those nips for ever!" Marissa said in a hoarse whisper. Her lust for my body was increasing, as was my desire to be taken by this lovely dominating woman. A totally new experience for me! "Take me babe, make do whatever you want," I wanted to be her slave, to satisfy her demands. She loosened the hand restraints, but didn't remove them. She ordered me to the floor on my knees as she put one foot up on a desk chair. Her beautiful brown legs were so inviting, I wanted to kiss them too, but she wouldn't let me move. She held my head by the back of my hair, where she'd just tied it back tight. It was uncomfortable but added to the pain of lust I felt in my gut now for this unbelievably hot woman I desperately wanted to satisfy. "Suck my pussy again now, suck me slow and good Lydia," "Unnggh," It was tough to part her thick vulva. Her hand on the back of my head was pulling me away from her lovely pussy. She must've known that, and just for effect, she made it tougher for me to enjoy sucking her. But I adored her fragrant pussy scent. It was SO aromatic I wanted her juices to flow down my throat like a wild flood after a storm. Finally, she let me in, my tongue found her clitoris, warm and juicy just the way I love them! No ugly studs or clit rings on this woman. I'm old fashioned, tats are fine, but I don't like women with piercings on their vaginas, it just gets in my way! The Check Ride Pt. 02: Lydia's Dreams "MMnnnnnnnn, Yes! Suck it good and make me wet," Marissa demanded, as she moaned in sheer pleasure also. Marissa leaned against the wall and pulsed her hips into my wanting mouth. "Deeper, push your tongue deeper Lydia!" "Oh fuck yes, Lydia, yes you are good, you're a hot lesbian like me, aren't you? SUCK my clit good bitch, suck it hard NOW!" She grabbed my head and moved it up and down, pressing my face deeper into her wet, delicious pussymound. "Unngggh, yeah suck me good biiitttchh!" Marissa was soaking wet, her pussy was flooding my mouth with her fluids but she still hadn't come. Totally fuckin' amazing! I stuck my tongue into her pussy, as deep as I could. I tried to move my head into her loins but she restrained me with her other hand. All I could do was lick and suck and smell her scent. Marissa was a total control freak, she had to have total control of my tongue as it swabbed her lit. She was definitely a hot, fresh, clean beautiful woman who enjoyed dominating another. "Suck my clit bitch, suck it , don't slow down! Suck me!" My tongue worked her sweet vagina feverishly, lapping up her fragrant juices before they had a chance to run down her firm leg. I wanted to grab her ass so much and pull her body closer. She must've sensed my frustration but just kept on thrusting her pussy harder and harder into my face, burying my head between her firm legs. "Unngghh, oh yes, suck me suck my clit harder now, suck it!" I could feel her climax coming, her body tensed, her arms tightened their grip on my hair, she moaned louder. "Suck me harder Lydia! Make my pussy explode for you, you know you want my cum, make me cum Lydia, suck me harder!" My tongue and lip centered on her sweet clitoris and I tongued it rapidly then pulled her soft tissue with my pursed lips as she yelped in pleasure. Her vaginal walls were more than wet now, they were flooding into my mouth. Then she pulled away! She had amazing self control, I knew, but that was almost super-human! She was SO close to her orgasm. Marissa threw me on her bed and quickly re- tied my hands behind me to the backboard. I gasped for air for a few second, her overall body strength surprised me. Then this hot Columbian woman got down and spread my thighs and went to work on my pussy. Finally. Her tongue felt so warm. She began with one finger then two, my body was wracked with lust for this luscious woman who wouldn't give me enough of her body. I turned from side to side, moaning, crying to be taken, my juices flowed more rapidly into her wanting mouth. With both of her fingers stroking my wet mound her tongue went full force, stabbing at my clitoris, trying to gain access to my inner chamber, my secret place. I let her work on me for a while and just took it in, almost cooling down for a few seconds until she found that special patch of cells which wouldn't let me stop and it seemed like my entire body surged into her mouth. It seemed like I spurted a good ten seconds as my gushing fluids overwhelmed her swallowing reflex. I flooded her bed, but she kept on fucking me with her fingers too. "Oh fuck me yes YES!" I cried out to Marissa. My body wracked with lust trembled as if I was almost having a convulsion. Marissa held me as my body cooled down and she turned me on my tummy for more. "Get on your knees now bitch and I m going to fuck you for real, I know you want more!" Marissa pulled out her thick strapless dildo which used suction and fit her body perfectly. She slipped the huge cock into my soaking wet pussy as she plied my labia open, her other hand massaged my breast. The hot masseuse fucked me slowly at then pounded my pussy harder and harder and just when I though I couldn't take much more stimulation, Marissa pulled out the dildo and lapped up my wetness with her experienced tongue. "Oh fuck yes, suck me Marissa, yes, oh fuck yeah!" She used her tongue is ways I'd never felt before and before I knew it I felt myself coming again. A huge second spurted out directly into her hair and face as my legs quivered wildly in relief. She untied me for the last time, and I mounted her hot body and interlocked our legs so we could trib together. I pulsed my hips into her body hard and she responded with a surge of her own lustful energy. I held her arm as our clits rubbed and ground against one another. Marissa arched her back, her hips thrust even harder into me, and as she flung her head back, her orgasm vibrated through her body like a freight train going down a mountainside. Her juices flooded my pussymoud too and wet the sheets once more. We hugged and kissed, and later we showered together, kissing and caressing one another. Thats when she told me about her daughter. She pulled out some pictures of his transition to womanhood. "Sonia still has a huge cock, and knows how to use it even better than before, but of course wants only to be loved as a woman now. After the shower I was in the bath alone looking at my eyes and face. I realized something BIG was still missing. I never had this feeling before. Right after we both came and were in each other's arms, I almost had to fake the lust I had for her and excuse myself after we finished. I found myself in front of her bath mirror, in tears for my loss of Wanda. All of the No Strings Attached sex can not replace the feelings of loss for a woman I was truly in love with and whom I so dearly wanted to have for a long relationship. Marissa came in and saw my tears and tried to comfort me, but she knew as much as we were good for each other, that the distance between our lives and careers was too vast. She held me and was a good friend, a hot lover but not mine, just not mine. "Do you miss your girlfriend?" "Yes, Im sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, but all these feelings just rushed up after we finished," I went to my wallet and paid her for her excellent massage plus all the extras. Love is really the only thing that matters I've come to realize. Lust, fantasy, intrigue and casual sex are things I cannot have in my life anymore. Although it was great sex, I knew it wouldn't last for me. I needed real affection and love. I kissed Marissa and hugged her and told her how much I appreciated her professional hands on me, but I needed something real in my life and wanted to go out and find the right woman who I could fall in love with for a long time. I don't think she totally understood, but in time she may. My flight back was normal and the weird fantasies had finally dissipated as I thought about Wanda and Nora and wanted to find a beautiful woman who I could share my life with and enjoy vacations and with whom, I might even adopt a child. END of STORY